When my final breath is taken
and my feet won\'t dance no more
don\'t give me to the earth
that my feet had walked upon

cause there is no single place
that would be the perfect one;
anywhere sun kissed my face
there indeed, there was my home.

So when my last breath is taken
and my feet won\'t dance no more
give my body to the fire,

cause like a fire I have lived:
with fire in my eyes
from the flame in my soul.

Then give me to the wind
Let me be free just like him
who blows just as he pleases,
and let me die as I\'ve been living!